The other two also left separately, and although the three of them did not discuss, their hearts were equally heavy.

That curse, really don't worry?

The Imperial Palace of the Red Cloud Kingdom

On the way back, Fan Lingshu finally slowly collected his emotions.

But her mood was still very volatile, up and down, up and down, not peaceful.

On the one hand, she witnessed Jiang Ci's death, even if she knew that he was not Luo Ci, but just his past life, but watching him die in such a miserable way, she was still so sad that she couldn't help herself.

On the other hand, it was because when Jiang Shaoxin cursed, the evil god who appeared in response to his curse looked exactly the same as Yu Wushi.

Fan Lingshu raised her head and looked at Yu Wushi who was walking in front of her, he was now the appearance of the little emperor of the Chiyun Kingdom, but she still remembered the scene where she had just traveled from the twenty-first century and saw him for the first time in the immortal forest.

At that time, he was wicked and evil, wasn't he exactly the same as that evil god?

What exactly does he have to do with the evil gods?

The deeper reason is that Fan Lingshu doesn't even dare to think about it, even if she is a person who has crossed over, she is not really strong enough to accept everything.

"Corpse."

Yu Wushi's voice suddenly rang out, pulling her thoughts back.

Fan Lingshu found that the inner palace attendants around him didn't know when they were all gone, and they were standing outside the main hall, and the surroundings were empty.

She raised her head to look at him, although it was not Yu Wushi's face, but at a glance, his demeanor and temperament were still the same as Yu Wushi's appearance.

Her heart was tight, a little uncomfortable, and her eyes flashed slightly, not knowing what to look at him.

Yu Wushi looked at her, and did not mention the matter of the evil god, but said: "When Jiang Ci died, you were really sad, if it was me who died, would you be so sad?" ”

"What are you kidding? How could you die? ”

"I mean, 'what if.'"

Fan Lingshu paused, found a nearby step and sat down, and sighed softly: "Maybe, maybe not." ”

Yu Wushi hooked the corners of his lips, sure enough, it was her, and she would never be stupid when she was sober.

"I'm jealous of Luo Ci, he met you first and occupied your heart, and I came too late to never get past him."

Fan Lingshu lowered his head, suddenly laughed, and shook his head: "You are wrong, not because you came first, my feelings for Luo Ci are like for my father-in-law, at least I think that he used to be someone who can be by my side for the rest of my life." Even if we were on different sides later, I knew what kind of person he was. ”

Yu Wushi listened and said slowly, "Don't you know what kind of person I am? ”

"I'm sorry, Imperial Prince," said the Lady of the Spirits, "I really can't see through you, are you a god, a demon, or an evil god?" ”

Yu Wushi's lips moved, and finally he said bitterly, "Van Lingshu, if you are willing to get close to me, you will know what kind of person I am. But you never want to come closer. ”

Close to him?

"I'm afraid that you are your abyss, and I'm afraid that if you fall, you will never recover."

"The abyss?" Yu Wuxi was stunned, how could she think so? "You ......"

He was just about to ask a question, when he suddenly saw the young man sitting on the steps with his eyes empty and slowly falling down.

He strode over, helped him up, and gently shook her shoulder: "Corpse? ”

The young man snorted softly, as if he was in great pain, and slowly opened his eyes, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Yu Wushi.